Fangs & Freaks (Shifters of Myths and Legends #1)

Chapter 37

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Bellonna

The room smells like lust—heady and intoxicating, a cocktail of sweat, blood, and release that clings to the air. Varys’ body collapses against mine, his chest heaving, his dark hair sticking to his damp forehead. I feel his release still hot and sticky inside me, and my body shivers, wracked by aftershocks. Across the room, Warrick and Blackwell tremble, their own bodies shaking with the force of their climaxes.

“Fuck,” Blackwell murmurs, his voice rough yet reverent as he leans back in his chair. His dark hair sticks up in messy tufts, his usually cold, calculating eyes hazy with satisfaction. “Best prize ever. Almost as good as being in your pussy myself.”

I smirk, my chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm as I regain control of my breathing. “I knew you’d like it,” I purr, running a hand lazily over Varys’ damp back.

He lifts his head, his silver eyes shining with a mix of mischief and possession. He’s mine, and every inch of his body, every drop of his soul, belongs to me. But I’ve always loved sharing my toys, and tonight, I’ve gifted the vampires a taste of what it’s like when I share.

“What the fuck was that?” Warrick finally demands, his voice raw with disbelief and frustration. His tone is like music to my ears, a symphony of confusion and barely restrained hunger.

Blackwell chuckles as he lounges back in his chair, utterly unbothered. “That,” he says, pointing a lazy finger at me, “is Bellonna. She doesn’t play by the rules. She makes her own.”

Warrick’s eyes are wild, his jaw tight as he rakes a hand through his dark hair. “She got in my head,” he says, his voice low but trembling with an edge I know too well. “Made me feel?—”

“I know,” Blackwell interrupts smoothly, leaning his head back against the chair. His cocky demeanor dims just slightly, revealing a flicker of something serious beneath his smirk. “She does that. It’s her gift. Or curse, depending on how you look at it.”

I sit up, carefully pulling myself free from Varys, who lets out a low, contented hum as he shifts to lie back against the pillows. My thighs feel sticky with his release, and I revel in the sensation, the mingling of dominance and submission that flows between us. Warrick’s outrage only fuels my amusement.

“It’s not right,” Warrick snaps, his hands curling into fists at his sides. “She shouldn’t be able to do that.”

I tilt my head, my smile razor-sharp. “Oh, sweet Warrick,” I coo, my voice dripping with mock sympathy. “You think I care about your notions of ‘right’? I’m Bloody Mary. Morality is for saints, not sinners.”

Blackwell shrugs, a lazy grin stretching across his face. “She’s not wrong,” he adds. “If she wanted to destroy you, she could’ve. Instead, she let you feel a piece of her world.” His tone carries a feint warning, but his smirk betrays his amusement.

I turn to look at Varys, my unicorn, my prize. His cock softens against his thigh, glistening with our combined fluids, and the sight makes me grin. “Blackwell,” I say, licking my lips, “come fuck and then clean up our unicorn.”

Blackwell’s eyes glint with intrigue as he rises from his chair, crossing the room with the predatory grace of the vampire he is. Warrick stiffens, his chest heaving as he watches, his fangs still bared and his pupils blown wide with hunger.

Blackwell doesn’t hesitate. He drops to his knees before Varys, wrapping his lips around his softening shaft and sucking gently. Varys moans, his head falling back, and his body relaxes against the pillows. He doesn’t get to enjoy the pleasure for long before Blackwell releases him with a pop.

"On all fours," he demands. Varys’ eyes widen in surprise, but he obeys instinctively. He turns around, his body shifting as he places his hands on the bed. His back arches slightly, and he raises his hips, positioning himself like a show pony on display.

Blackwell’s movements are calculated, his tongue flicking against Varys’ tight star, sending a tremor through my unicorn, though I remain still. Varys' soft moan escapes, a sound of surrender that sends a ripple through the room, but Blackwell doesn't linger. There's a wicked edge in his voice as he chuckles, the sound low and satisfied.

"That's enough of that," he says, the words like a promise of what’s to come. "It's time for the rest of your punishment."

I feel the shift in the air, the weight of Blackwell's control filling the space between us. There’s something darkly magnetic in this moment, a dance of power and desire, and I can’t help but watch, fascinated by their exchange.

I bite my lip as the tip of his cock presses against Varys’ hole. He doesn't hesitate, shoving inside him roughly.

I watch Varys stiffen, his breath hitching, and something stirs within me, a quiet whisper of control, of magic. The pain he feels, the discomfort, I can sense it immediately, but I don’t let it linger. A small pulse of power from me is just enough to ease the sharp edges of his experience. My magic wraps around him like a soft blanket, soothing the pain before it can take hold.

"I'm a monster, but not for you my little unicorn," I whisper in his head. I feel the connection between us strengthen, the bond we share deepening with each passing moment. It’s more than just magic, more than the power I wield—it’s the quiet way he trusts me, the vulnerability in his surrender. My heart tightens at the thought, at the way he gives himself so fully to this exchange.

I watch Blackwell pump his hips against Varys’ backside, filling him like a man possessed.

“I’ve never been so full,” Varys moans and I make a mental note to fuck him myself another time.

He wraps a hand around his cock, stroking himself in time with Blackwell’s thrusts. Varys shudders and cries out as he paints the blanket below him with his release. Blackwell moves with purpose before he stills and empties himself inside of my toy’s tight ass.

The room is thick with the aftermath of watching them fuck. Warrick is one second away from completely losing it, his eyes transfixed on the men on the bed with me. “Amazing performance you two,” I tell them, and Blackwell flicks his gaze my way and winks.

“Easy when you have such a nice little hole to fill.” Blackwell pulls from Varys’ ass and the unicorn rolls over, lying in his own cum which should be gross, but only turns me on more.

A warmth between my thighs catches my attention, and I trail my fingers down to the sticky wetness there. When I lift them, the deep crimson of my own blood glistens on my fingertips. My laughter is sharp and sudden, cutting through the thick tension of the room.

“What the hell?” I muse aloud, holding up my fingers for the others to see.

Blackwell looks up from his task, his tongue flicking out to clean a stray drop from the corner of his mouth. His grin is wide and wicked. “Looks like Varys got a little too rough, Bellonna Baby. Should I punish him for you?”

Varys smirks, his chest still heaving as his molten silver eyes flick between us. “As if you could handle me,” he drawls, his voice hoarse, but laced with amusement.

“Oh, I think I could,” Blackwell purrs, his fangs glinting in the low light. Without waiting for permission, he sinks them into Varys’ shaft, piercing the sensitive skin with practiced precision. Varys jerks, his mouth opening on a sharp gasp, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, his moans deepen, his hands gripping the sheets as Blackwell drinks from him.

The sight sends a jolt of heat through me, and I laugh again, a sound full of dark satisfaction. “Good boy,” I murmur, watching as Blackwell pulls back, licking his lips with a satisfied sigh.

A sharp growl rumbles from across the room, and I turn my head to find Warrick staring at us. His chest heaves, his fangs fully extended, and his eyes are black as midnight, wide and unblinking. He looks like a predator on the verge of losing control, and the sight makes my pulse quicken.

“Warrick,” I say, my voice sweet but laced with steel, “use your words.”

He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, but the tension in the room thickens. I arch a brow, amused by his struggle. He wants to give in, but his pride holds him back.

“Don’t make me come get you,” I taunt, my lips curling into a knowing smirk.

Blackwell glances over his shoulder, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. “Come on, Warrick,” he says, his tone teasing. “You’re already in this. Might as well enjoy yourself.”

Varys chuckles, the sound low and rich as he leans back on his elbows, his body languid and relaxed. “Stop fighting it,” he says, his voice a velvet purr that sends shivers down my spine. “You know you want this.”

Warrick takes a step forward, then another, his movements stiff and uncertain, but the hunger in his eyes is undeniable. He stops at the edge of the bed, his gaze flicking between the three of us, his lips parted as though he wants to speak but doesn’t know how.

“Good boy,” I purr, reaching out to take his hand. His skin is cool beneath mine, but his touch sends a jolt of heat straight through me. “Now,” I say, guiding him closer, “let’s see what you’re made of.”

Warrick hesitates for only a moment before he climbs onto the bed, his movements hesitant but deliberate. Blackwell shifts to make room for him, his grin wide and welcoming. Varys watches with a faint smirk, his silver eyes gleaming with anticipation.

I lean back against the pillows, my body languid and inviting as I trail a hand down my chest, teasing the curve of my breast. “Come on, Warrick,” I whisper, my voice a sultry command. “Show me what you’ve got.”

The room hums with energy, a heady mix of desire and danger that sets my blood alight. Warrick’s hesitation melts away, replaced by a fierce determination that makes my pulse race.

This is going to be fun.

And if there’s one thing I’ve learned in my long, dark life, it’s that fun always comes at a price. But tonight? I’m willing to pay.